Ever lasting stream of hope

You brought me down,
I couldn't breath,
beneath the surface
the light is dim.

Everything fades,
the only thing left
is me.

But even in the total darkness
a little candle kept its light,
it was shaky, a little blurry,
but drew a pathway in the night.

It seems like dreams
are made from stars' cloth,
even in their tomb
they keep shining upon.

And even in the total eclipse of my soul
their gentle warmth brought back my hope,
and I learned that I was never alone,
even in darkness there's a dim light,
a twinkling hope that keeps us afloat.